I had been looking to buy a house for quite some time. I was pretty successful in sales and marketing with a large firm, and I felt it was time to move from the apartment I'd been in for almost four years, to finally buying something I could own and do whatever I wanted with. I had mentioned this to one of my clients, as we sat at the dining room table of his own new home, discussing a series of radio commercials I was designing for his well known HVAC company.
"I love the layout of this house." I remarked. "I'm looking to buy one myself."
My client, named Branson, nodded and smiled.
"Thanks." he replied. "I had a great real estate agent! She'll be able to set you up with something, I'm sure. She has the fastest sales rate of anyone in the area. If you want to sell a house, she's the one to go to. If you want to buy a house, again, she's the one to go to. You should give her a call, Jack."
"Hmm," I said, my interest piqued, "do you still have her number?"
"Sure do!" Branson said enthusiastically. "In fact, I have a couple of her business cards."
He fished one out of his wallet and handed it to me.
"Here you go, Jack. Her name is Danielle. Give her a call, and give her my name and the reference number on the back of the card. Tell her I referred you. It's important."
"You getting a finder's fee or something?" I inquired.
"Something like that." he remarked with a smile.
"Isn't that rebating?" I mused. "I mean, she sold you the house and then gives you money for each potential client?"
"You can call it whatever you want." Branson replied. "I'm not complaining. Neither will you if she adds you to her referral service."
So on that note, I called her out of sheer curiosity.
"Hello, this is Danielle." a sexy voice greeted me. "How may I help you today?"
"Um, yeah... hi Danielle." I managed to mumble. "My name is Jack, and I'm looking to buy a house. My friend Branson said I should call you."
"Oh yes! He's such a dear. He sends me referrals all the time. We have a great business relationship. What are you looking for?" she asked.
"Something out of the suburbs; maybe rural... three bedrooms and a shady yard. I dunno; I'm not quite sure." I replied. "I'd like a garage too." I added.
"Okay, is this for you or a family?" she queried.
I really didn't see what that had to do with anything, but she was recommended, so I assumed it was part of weeding out different homes.
"Just me." I said casually. "No Mrs. Jack yet."
"I understand. Hmm, I may just have something that works for you." Danielle responded. "It just listed yesterday. It's a split level in the country, with three bedrooms and a garage. Two acre lot with an open front yard and several nice old walnuts and pecans out back. Comes with an outbuilding too, for storage or a small workshop. It's reasonably priced too, and I have exclusive sales rights to it. No one else can show it for thirty days."
I got excited immediately. I had no idea there might be something that fit my needs already on the market.
"What does your schedule look like this week?" she inquired.
"Wednesday is wide open." I said. "Would that work?"
"Hang on a sec, Sweetie." she answered. "I think I have a showing in the afternoon - yes I do - but I could meet you around, say... Eight-ish. Would that be okay?"
"That would be great!" I exclaimed.
Danielle gave me the address, and I arrived about five minutes early on Wednesday morning. To my surprise, she was already there. I parked next to her on the gravel driveway and looked over at her. She was on her phone but gave me a one-handed wiggly fingers wave in response. She had dark hair and looked to be around 27 or so, and pretty attractive. I glanced at the house and was impressed. It was not what I had imagined at all; it was larger than I had expected for a split level, and was shaped like a boomerang, with the garage and bedrooms on the left, while the ground floor wing was on the right.
I heard Danielle's car door open, so I exited my own vehicle. I stared in her in surprise, as I rounded the front of her car. To my astonishment, she was wearing a bathrobe and a pair of slippers! How incredibly unprofessional this was! I rationalized that maybe she was running late or something and didn't want to make me wait, but I was still in need of an explanation. If I showed up at a potential client's house in my bathrobe, I'd lose the contract, and most likely my job as well.
"Good morning, Jack!" she said pleasantly. "I'm Danielle. I'm so sorry for my appearance, but I overslept and I didn't want to put you behind. It's so nice to meet you!"
"Um, uh... okay." I managed to stammer. "It's nice to meet you too."
Something about her didn't make any sense. She had overslept, yet she was showered and wearing makeup. She couldn't take an extra few minutes to get dressed? I didn't have time to wonder for long, however.
"I think you'll just love this place!" Danielle exclaimed, as she motioned for me to follow her. "It will fit your needs I think, with enough room for family expansion should you follow that route. Let me show you the yard first, as long as we're already out here."
She certainly had a strange way setting up a sale, but I shrugged and followed her out back. Branson had highly recommended her, and he ran a successful business, so...
"The house sets about a third of the way in, so you have about a half-acre out front." Danielle informed me. "The rest is this gorgeous back yard. You can get a few hundred pounds of nuts from these trees each year if you can keep the squirrels at bay. There are some local markets that will buy them from you. You can make a few extra bucks if you want."
"Cool!" I replied. "Looks good so far. I'd like to see the inside now."
Danielle smiled.
"Will do." she said with a slight purse of her lips. "I think you'll like the inside view even better."
We went back around to the front door, and Danielle opened it. It was already unlocked, so she must have been waiting for me for a while before I arrived. We stepped into the massive living room, and once again, I was impressed. It had a nice fireplace, with wood beams across the ceiling. It was a bit much for a single guy, but it had a lot of potential if I ever had guests or family over, or met that special someone. She closed the door behind us and locked the knob. I wondered about that action too.
Perhaps she was simply afraid of intruders, but then she stepped out of her slippers. We had just been outside, so it was possible she wanted to keep the carpet clean. I was about to ask if I should take my shoes off as well, when she unfastened her robe and let it fall open, revealing a very sexy body. Danielle let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, and stepped out of it, exposing her fully nude body.
"Now, let me show you the inside." she said with a warm smile.
I stared dumbfounded at her for a second, before nodding in silent reply and mindlessly following her.
"I just feel so much more comfortable showing a house in the nude." she sighed. "It makes me feel more at home."
"Is that why you asked if I was alone?" I asked, clearing my throat as my voice cracked.
"Yes. I wouldn't want to show up in my robe and slippers if you had been a couple or a family. That wouldn't be professional, now would it?"
"No, it would not." I agreed, unable to keep my eyes off of her gorgeous nude body. "So... what else do you have to show me?"
"Let's start with the kitchen." she said brightly. "It overlooks the back yard."
She led me to the kitchen, which was a little out of date, but I didn't really care. These new ones with granite tops and smart this and that, just didn't cut it for me. I preferred the old style plastic laminate counter tops, which this house still had. Everything looked original, which was most likely why it was such a good deal.
"This house was built in 1972." she began. "All the framing is rough-sawn, so it's full dimension. It's pretty stout. Copper wiring; no aluminum. Oh, and look at this!"
Danielle bent over so that her tits hung down, and pulled out a very deep drawer.
"A potato bin. Come here and have a look for yourself."
I leaned in and found my face almost up against her amazing tits.
"Looks pretty good, doesn't it?" she chirped.
"Umm, yeah." I replied. "Looks pretty hot- I mean... good."
"On the far end of the living room, are two more rooms." she added. "One is like a den, and the other is a bonus room. It could be used for a study or home office, or a recording studio."
"Or extra guests." I chimed in, as I stood back up.
"That too." Danielle agreed. "Speaking of guests, let me show you the bedrooms. There's no master suite or anything. One is a little bigger for parents, and there is a single full bathroom for all three, along with the one down here. There is also a half bath next to the studio room that was added in the Nineties."
We ascended the short staircase to the upper level, and Danielle showed me the bedrooms one by one. All had ample closet space, but upon entering the room in the back corner, I was surprised to see an inflatable mattress with a blanket draped over it, and a scented candle burning nearby.
